He'd recently been overloaded with work and travel, stressed out of his mind. As his partner, you tried to help him relax. You took over most of the cooking, were cleaner than usual and made sure to take out the trash, something you almost always forgot to do, even if he reminded you endless times.

But with his exhaustion, he started having less control over Magician's Red. He'd drift off while standing, only awoken by the spark emitted by his hands by accident. Due to this, he'd almost constantly end up starting small fires.

Today while at the table eating dinner, he'd just fallen asleep face first in his food. His hands rest on the wooden table, setting it ablaze. You quickly extinguish it, but are completely exasperated by his constant flames. He wakes up groggily, smelling the smoke. He frowns. "Oh. I'm sorry, did I..?"